*owl post*
Marcus,
I saw your post in your journal. I - you know-- you're not like him, you know, if you're talking about who I think you're talking about. Nothing like him. He was awful, Marcus, and you're not. I love you. I wouldn't if you were awful, I wouldn't love you if you were anything like our fathers.
I don't know why Snitch is upset. I. Would you like me to take her and the babies for a while? I don't really want to, because I'm staying with your mother and really don't want any of them anywhere near Kennilworthy, but... I. If you want me to.
I can't do this, Marc. Can't we. Can't we work something out? I can't be without you. I can't live without you, and I'm not exaggerating at all. I can't sleep or eat, can hardly breathe. I know. I know maybe you were only pushing to get married before I found this all out, but. Please. I don't. If you don't love me like I love you, it's okay. I can. Accept that. But gods, Marcus, I need you. I love you.
Remember when I accidentally told Katie why you were in the Ministry? I guess. Maybe. It's a little like that. And you forgave me. You were never even angry at me. I'm sorry I'm such a horrible person. We always knew you were better than me, anyway.
Please, Marcus. Can't we just both go home?
Yours, forever, even if you don't want me to be,
Oli Wood